the four corners of the world

marymae

Space is an ouroboros.

Lace of stars strung around the sun.

There's you being born on mars

same second you take your last breath

outside my room.

Everyone's waiting for their eternal return.

 

The four corners of the world are

the living, breathing nucleus of space,

shameless lotus-eaters,

consciousness in a biological way,

giving morphine to a lover.

  • Author: Mary Mae (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2025 19:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    So many metaphors here it makes it dream like. Well written

  • Poetic Licence

    I got the sense this was about someone who is seriously ill or passed, it is a very interesting and well written write



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